| Poems by Women |
MAKE BELIEVE
Kiss me, though you make believe;
Kiss me, though I almost know
You are
kissing to deceive:
Let the tide one moment flow
Backward ere it rise and
break,
Only for poor pity's sake!
Give me of your flowers one leaf,
Give me of your smiles one
smile,
Backward roll this tide of grief
Just a moment, though, the
while,
I should feel and almost know
You are trifling with my woe.
Whisper to me sweet and low;
Tell me how you sit and weave
Dreams about
me, though I know
It is only make believe!
Just a moment, though 'tis
plain
You are jesting with my pain.
Alice Cary [1820-1871]
From: Stevenson, Burton Egbert.
The Home Book of Verse.
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This collection assembled by Jone Johnson Lewis.
Collection © 1999-2002 Jone Johnson Lewis.
Citing poems from these pages:
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